My name is little Leah,
I'm just here today laying here
in the ground
as i tell my story
of what happened 2 years ago,in may
daddy came home drunk
like he always did
since mommy died a year before
we got into a really big fight
i was only 10
i didn't know
he would hurt me like he did
he smashed my head
in the door
crushed in hard
and man it hurt
blood went gushing everywhere
the neighbors heard my cry, my scream
hurried up and called the police
by the time they came daddy was gone
i was dead and passed on
i don't really remember other than that
i remember looking up
saying daddy how could you,
you were fine till mommy died
then you became so mean
he just looked at laughed at me
well now every day in may
i come and see him in his dreams while he sleeps
in that old prison keep
he wakes up screaming
but i don't know why,
cause one time mommy said hi
